This may sound odd, but I've had stuffed animals for as long as I can remember. My dad hated the stuffies I had, going as far as throwing a few of them away.
The ones I remember most were a dog named Frumpy, a rabbit I called Furby, and a plastic mouse in a baseball uniform. I had a couple while in the Air Force, and as a truck driver, I got a three foot Wile E. Coyote-he was my co-driver. I still have him, the grandkids like him.
I still have a small teddy bear I take on flights with me-my co-pilot. It kinda makes passengers nervous when they see a pilot with a teddy bear in their pocket, but I haven't had a crash yet. That in itself has to say something.
The stuffies have sort of acomfort factor for most. To tell oyu the truth, I have no problem with anyone that has a stuffed animal with them. It's kinda cute.
Later
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20 minutes into the future.